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elizabethrobertajones · 6 years

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13x13 watching notes

*goes to sit at the unpopular table*

Went to bed at 10, up at 7 for the ole watching Supernatural grind... *offers you all a chocolate biscuit*

*waves hi at Michael* *and Kevin*

All the PoC are shoved in an AU... Thankfully now Rowena is back I can't say with the SOLE major female character but

Oh gosh they're using Yockey's dialogue to explain everything, I don't know if I should laugh or cry

IS CAS OKAY?

Why are you spitting blood... You weren't stabbed THAT badly were you?

*remembers stabbing Lucifer*

You know in AtlA where Zuko made a good decision and prompty collapsed in an angst coma at the inner turmoil of doing the right thing?

I have no clue why that all happened except to allow Lucifer to leg it.

Which, I mean, at least something happened to explain why Lucifer legged it.

WHIMSICAL MUSIC.

OTT HETERO NONSENSE

I guess Dabb era means they're allowed to destroy expensive wedding cakes again now no one can tell him off for it

Is that an Observer?

Oh, creepy cupid

It can not be good for Lucifer to eat cupid grace even more than normal grace because it's probably a Voldemort thing about love hurting him blah blah blah

Marghe was talking about this episode being a potential 9x03 parallel and I agree - and Lucifer's already messing up by voluntarily stealing grace just to keep himself alive for his own wanting to be alive purposes at the first opportunity. And we have cupids instead of reapers

and also I guess Cas wants to go back to the Bunker and no one's gonna boot him out if we're lucky :P

Poor cupid. You only looked creepy as a circumstantial thing to watching these people fall in love with a besotted smile, no one understands your work :<

Omg we didn't even see if Cas stole a car to get back... I must KNOW

Anyway here's the sneak preview scene

Oh it gets worse; Cas is like "I met with Lucifer" instead of "Lucifer showed up and I had to hustle him off to a bar to stop the angels coming back and killing us, and then when I tried to contact you he stole my phone, and btw thanks for coming to my rescue in time."

Aka Cas can only be on the backfoot in this argument by his own social ineptitude at describing it/because the writers want him there

"She's alive. That's all I know, sorry." Yes, good. Because Jack's with her so he'll make it all good and honestly the fact we haven't seen what's going on there since 13x09 is kinda weird because this is all time passing that Jack is with Mary and they only have one clip to show us of that - this is stretching the dramatic irony writing of the season to breaking point by not revisiting them sooner, as it's a loose end that would have IMMEDIATE pay off aka they aren't just sitting there staring at each other for months, and we know off-screen since BEFORE CHRISTMAS that Jack would help Mary and whatever delays are keeping him and idk his new BFF Kev from busting back to our world are manufactured to fill these weeks. I mean not like they can't have delays and problems, especially as Jack is out untested learning what's up with himself away from all his parental influences, as his big test, but the storytelling in the main part of the show is relying on what's happening in the AU for tension and Lucifer telling Cas she was being tortured is like, the last time HE saw her, and WE know Jack is with her so things are probably different, and now Cas is lying to the Winchesters about Mary so as not to upset them while unintentionally perhaps backing up whatever is going on with Jack. Or not! Who knows! It's been long enough the one glimpse of them staring at each other is starting to wear thin to give us any meaningful dramatic irony in these moments and they really ought to have had at least a teaser in the AU in 13x11

Yep here's the parallel to the street scene in 9x03, except that Mark P is such a ham that he's doing a pantomime version of "I'm cold" complete with the directing showing us some warmer winter coats in case we didn't get the message, and then he starts staring at food... He can't be human so idk why without headcanoning hard about why it's affecting him so much when Cas immediately stopped caring about food when he stole grace.

Maybe, I headcanon, being stabbed was bad enough that all the grace he had and stole went to repairing himself but it's a finite supply and he's already to the stage Cas was in in 10x01

Oh now he's miming being hungry. "Hungry? Ew!"

The fact he was looking at burgers as a Cas parallel and not a fried chicken joint for immediate emotional pay off is honestly the biggest failing of this episode so far

Asmodeus is like "shit they got away as soon as my back was turned" Ketch is like "lol (but posh)"

They have a weird staring each other down moment which Ketch either wins or Buckleming think that Asmodeus won but Ketch still won because Asmodeus admits to being monumentally stupid before giving Ketch his orders.

I literally can not tell what the intent was here which is the most meta commentary on their dialogue I have ever witnessed and if it was not 7:30am and still mostly dark I would be howling with laughter. As it is, I feel a tear appearing in my eye as I take another chocolate biscuit.

Now HERE is a surpringly good use of dramatic irony from Buckleming which unfortunately is not actually betrayed anywhere in their dialogue (e.g. "I stabbed him but he seems to be fine") when Asmodeus tells Ketch an angel blade to the heart will down Lucifer at this point. Basically relying on that this happened at the end of last episode (and the directing reminds us in flashbacks & recap) to confirm the dramatic irony and with these writers I'm only like 63% sure they meant to do this because I have a strong nagging doubt that they don't even read anyone else's scripts.

If Asmodeus/Ketch becomes this fandom's Kylux I'm outta here

*Lucifer fails to learn basic human decency from the homeless man* I'm really hoping this is a metaphor which they actually stick to - that he's self-serving and mean and refuses to even adapt his behaviour as a guise to benefit from human decency by pretending to be nice to get what he wants then...

They could just be showing him to be hopeless now and then use a stronger inciting incident later - Jack is a motivator for him like basically nothing else, but none of this *so far* indicates we should actually care about him as a person regardless of what he might do for Cas's son later in the season

I also thought he might offer to heal the guy for food that didn't come from a dumpster but instead he's getting a tip off about Sister Jo

(Honestly, I've never dumpster dived but the stats about throwing perfectly good food away are so horrific that this seems like really misrepresenting dumpster diving, mostly because it implies the restaurant would keep food around long enough for it to go slimy and smelly, rather than throw it out while it's still completely good but no longer something they can sell, e.g. unclaimed pizzas, mishapen stuff, slightly burnt things, etc.

The fact that Buckleming seem unaware that "Next day pizza" is literally a thing and not gross and that fast food doesn't immediately expire but that you can eat left over pizza the next day without incurring any wrath of god speaks a lot to their privilege and Hollywood's impression of poverty, and this utopia where there's no waste and you can just throw out last night's pizza which is now skanky and rotten, and eat something better >.>)

Huh, Dean and Cas appear to be alone and Dean is apologising for not knowing he'd been kidnapped which is literally the sort of scene which I'd hope would mean no one is in my inbox saying he doesn't care this time around.

"I-I-I-We should have known it wasn't you."

Sooooooooooooooooooooo close. SO CLOSE. SOOOOOO CLOOOOOOOOOSE.

Awww they're making excuses at each other. "He's a shapeshifter. I got myself captured." "but if Sam and I knew..."

"I'm fine Dean." "You sure about that?"

in 100 years when I get here THAT's going in the "Dean n Cas are in love" meta series.

"I told Kelly I would protect HER son. I intend to keep that promise."

Interestingly, we're halfway through the season and Cas appears to have no idea Jack thinks Cas is his father, or any inclination to do more than protect him out of the goodness of his heart and another promise to look after someone in need of protection, making no positive affirmations to suggest he thinks of Jack in a fatherly way. Noted last episode, feeling the urge to comment this episode :P

I am not implying this is an entirely bad or ominous thing or whatever, but 1: Cas barely knows him so this is perhaps more healthy, 2: I am still dubious about how Jack originally nabbed himself a guardian angel and Cas has made NO comment on this scenario or, 3: discussed what it felt like on his end of what Dean has been accusing Jack of "sockpuppeting" Cas... I think it was much more grey area than that and Dean's mostly stopped accusing Jack of it, but it leaves massive questions. And 4: it means Cas is still doing this as a duty to Kelly rather than personal investment/parent feelings as his outwardly stated motivations, and it plays into the grey area of 5: we still thematically have Cas with a guardian angel burden just like I thought after 12x19 that this is what Jack wanted from Cas and after the presentation of how it was so bad for Cas to be the Winchesters' guardian that season, coming to a head in 12x19, I still think that his relationship with Jack is offering an alternative to directly critiquing that relationship anymore without damage between himself and the Winchesters, but still allowing some exploration of duty and the guardian angel burden, and perhaps the show is in no rush to have Cas leap into fatherhood when this parallel serves his arc so much better. Which also means 6: that nothing is over despite the progress he's made towards personal growth recently and all his old trauma and burdens are still hanging from him, he's just in a better place than he was with various new hopes and directions.

Dean says nothing, and Moose Interruption Occurs.

I have been wondering since the first promo clips revealing Donatello returning if they'd try and have a prophet-off with the AU and use his powers to either connect with Kevin or the AU... I wonder how right I'm about to accidentally be now we know a bit more about all this

"... Now, it's gonna be harder than it sounds"

you think.

So this is Dean completely ignoring Billie's warnings and going full steam ahead huh

*pulls out the demon tablet as well*

Oh boy you guys are really getting into the bad decisions

Not mentioning what happened to the angel tablet is a pretty good swerve around reminding us Cas destroyed it "all for one man" because he's "in love with humanity" but you can't get past me that easily *taps nose*

... this is a good time to remind everyone that Gadreel left all of Kevin's notes on the table when he walked out with the angel tablet.

You know

the notes where Kevin translated the entire angel tablet including the footnotes into ancient Sumerian

you know

a language

that maybe

someone who's been around

since ancient sumerian times

might be able to read

you know

Cas

*points at him for emphasis*

https://elizabethrobertajones.tumblr.com/post/170677457313/i-i-hit-a-wall-translating-the-tablet-into

Also seriously why would the same spell be on both tablets. I'd be extremely Buckleming disappointed if it was, and much much happier if 13x12 was an ominous warning about going around reading strange tomes and tablets and just doing whatever freaking spells you half understand that you find on them.

Remember, Kevin is a super-genius Princeton applicant who even in the AU was nurtured by Michael to be super smart like his freaking COURT WIZARD, and did a lot of maths and theory to make it work that apparently even Michael couldn't. (Obligatory throwback to the intro of the tablets and the reminder that human creativity and genius can do what super-smart monsters can't, via Charlie, Kevin's narrative pair.)

Chicken wings, huh

(37 buckets tracks with how many bad hotdogs Kevin ate and gave himself a stroke over while translating the demon tablet the first time, I suppose.)

I mean we knew it was coming, because set spoilers, but you KNOW how much happier I would have been if it had been the Lucifer thing. You know.

Meanwhile: the extent to which I don't trust Buckleming is that I am wondering if the director cut an anvil line when they're like "who's killing angels!?" and it just cuts to the next Lucifer scene wordlessly

I also would have no clue how intentional the "who's killing angels" connection is to 4x16 where that was the line of interrogation on Alastair and it turned out the first angels to be killed on the show were by Uriel for Lucifer, meaning that question still at the end of the day is answered by "lucifer"

Hi Danneel

Query: if she is an angel, what does SHE need the cash for? :P

I assume that "for the fallen" sign is high irony about her being a fallen angel and she's pretending it's a charity donation in exchange for healing

I suppose she can buy nice outfits with it

*exposition crime scene*

tiny redeeming factor about Dean talking about how boned they are and Cas turning to look at him and agreeing "epically"

Also for the first time they're all in long coats together praise the lord

Okay I think her name is Eliel? I am not sure how to spell that at all, I'm just guessing because it sounded like "L I L" and then I angel-fied it, so tl;dr I'm gonna keep calling her Sister Jo and/or Danneel :P

Oh good some exposition. Well at least she has literally explained the money is for the nice outfits XD

I like her. She's not scared of Lucifer, and she's one of the angels who slipped notice after the fall and started living her life as she wanted.

"So... Ca-ching!" I really like her now :P

This puts her in direct opposition to Cas not just at the start of season 10 when he was rounding up fallen angels and sending them back to Heaven with Hannah - when his heart wasn't really in it anyway - but more directly and importantly with 9x22 where he had sent a large amount of his army out to local hospitals to perform miracles on the DL for no reward except, you know, angels should help people. Their hearts are in completely different places, with completely different understandings of what angels can and should do on earth if they are to be here.

She bargains for her life with the same thing the wraith was going to do with Patience in 13x03, and how we've seen some monsters feeding in the past - notably the grigori angel that was eating soul energy in the place of grace but was essentially the same set up.

Lucifer's also found someone smart enough to help him who he might actually listen to (since the homeless man would have helped had he listened but he wouldn't respect what a human says vs another angel maybe giving him some pointers for surviving down here).

Sam, being the good wingman, leaves Dean n Cas to interview someone together while heading off alone

Sam's hair is ENORMOUSLY fluffy

Which reminds me, it's pouring with rain outside so I'm not going to get away with leaving my hair a day after getting it dyed, I sort of need to wash it BEFORE the sky does it for me and turns everything I own purple :P Idk if I'll be able to finish the episode before I have to go to yoga... hm. It's finally daylight-ish

Oh of course they have creepy sexy grace eating going on because this whole grace vampire concept wasn't sexy enough when it was bald little cupids.

*Dean casually in the foreground pulling out an angel blade*

That is your WIFE, sir

And you should hear what she and Lucifer were doing

Cas goes first :D

LOL Ketch

"Oh it's only you"

How DARE

the original flavour TFW line up has just busted into the room with you, you are in the presence of GODS

"Isn't it possible that I'm simply trying to strike a blow for the good of humanity?"

"No, that's not possible"

Listen Cas's snark is weaponised now. How did Ketch not crumble into ASH

no one says Huzzah

Thanks Cas

Listen however many gifs there are of that move (omg Cas looking at Dean, Dean nodding to him, Cas Doing The Thing) there are not enough so I'm gonna just... make one...

Lol, just throw him in the trunk.

"I like that plan."

Oh the wall dividers from the fake 5x04 set are on the stage too. It's DEFINITELY being used for performances of Supernatural The Musical in between healing sessions

Aniel? Eniel?

Danniel

Stop putting Cas in the backseat to moodily stare into the middle distance between the Winchesters! He's earned shotgun a million times over! He was in PRISON and you DIDN'T KNOW

A neon sign where all the letters are out except "AU" in "Restaurant"

At this point I'm assuming Danniel is seducing Lucifer for her own purposes and honestly whatever go for it I guess, if you win, and this isn't any creepier than it already is

The fact he ate a cupid and all that is probably relevant

Tbh them flopping onto the bed after is still somehow the least weird of all the weird crap Buckleming have made the characters do and I don't know if I'm numb to it or because it's Lucifer I have negative investment in his character anyways but you know, whatever floats their boat :P

"It's always so strange, that final moment, when I've lost just enough grace that I'm almost - " "Human." "I feel... emotions. Sensations. Things they must feel."

Honestly she's sounding more like Cas or Hannah than Lucifer going through his experience, almost like being a more generic angel, as soon as she loses grace she gets more affected than he does in the ways he's been affected where he cares only about being cold and hungry. And lonely. Bleh :P A concession to emotional weakness - he does love to be adored and surrounded by people who'll tell him how great he is.

He says he can't see how they go on but she says she sees how there can be pain, "but also hope. Love even. Angels can only imagine."

She's reeeeeally getting back to that Cas in 10x01 dialogue where Hannah was confused about human things, and Cas described to her what they were and that they were good things to feel on earth.

Ow.

She envies humans, because they can "Be anything."

it's like we've come full swerve back to the stuff from the start of season 10 that was so exciting for Cas exploring the intricacies of humanity... Yikes.

Wow her job sucked :P I can see why she went and asked for change when facing an eternity of that... More suggestions that Heaven is not really something that can or should be restored, never mind how volatile it was and how the angels engineered the original apocalypse. The entire system is pointless and just makes dangerous bored angels... The kind of angels who hop on the Lucifer bandwagon as soon as it comes into town because being righteous on behalf of Heaven is pointless to them. Why take a stance against Lucifer in the first place if your moral alignment was always to Heaven first and Heaven sucked that much.

"Goodness" is not an inherent alignment for angels... Looking to a leadership they trust to be good is what they were built to do, and assuming their causes are good because they're on them is another pitfall of that. The other is just all the angels who turn against Heaven entirely >.>

Lucifer says he's "going to be a father" which, uh, seems like this episode was written last year and then re-written for THIS year because he really ought to be talking about how he IS a father and he's looking for his son...

He starts maybe feeling feelings, and hastily gets up to start posturing, at which point he does actually say he's going to find his son.

Lol, HERE'S Casmodeus in a scene that doesn't have anything to do with anything.

Donatello casually tells Casmodeus that he has the demon tablet. Honestly, they probably ought to have, you know... explained everything that happened to Kevin to him... Like oh hey btw this is one of the most desired objects in the universe being the word of god n all and wowweee we've had some problems with people stealing it and our prophets in the past. Maybe sit tight and don't answer the door?

Or go out and get huge buckets of chicken and chat to any of us who isn't where you think we should be

Please don't start talking about the ingredients for the spell in public

dear god the worst bit is they made a character plausibly dumb enough to drop the idiot ball for them to the point where Asmodeus is probably best served to just leave Donatello where he is and walk him back and forth from the chicken place every day

They become unexpected friends and at the end of the day he can't bring himself to kill his goofy prophet buddy

"I'm the only person on the planet who can read the thing"

Budddyyyy.

Duuuuuuuuuuuuuude. Now he's just telling Casmodeus that Jack's in the AU and

*takes his chicken away* You're grounded. Just. Go to your room.

Asmodeus's voice coming out of Cas is wrong and bad.

Asmodeus is unimpressed with your offbrand chicken

aw crap I have to go

Last 10 minutes drama when I get home... They'll open 100 portals and it will be a Mess.

it never bodes well in a Buckleming episode when there's 10 minutes to go and TFW get out the car to go confront Lucifer.

Danniel is like "Castiel, what are you doing here?" like it wouldn't be blatantly obvious :P

I am pretty sure she's tricking them into thinking she's more of a hostage than she is but it's hard to tell tbh, given these writers and their history of writing sexy encounters between characters which should not have sexy encounters, and that sort of tension in the writing is not particularly where you want the ambiguity to be resting in character dynamics :P

I think maybe she is after telling Lucifer that she told them how weak he was, assuming that he's actually strong enough to take them out and has been snacking on her grace non-stop somehow

Okay yeah she is betraying them for love, and I add a confused "phew" onto the end of that thought. I have no idea how I feel about them tbh and I never worked it out on the bus ride around town >.>

Ketch really wants them to stab him, huh? He hasn't said anything this conversation to de-escalate the situation, used a demon bomb on a room full of angels, including Cas so if it had worked it would have hurt him but it didn't even work so he just wasted something expensive, and then he's like, fine, let's all work together and Sam's like dude no and Ketch is like, fine, will you trust me if I tell you I'm working for Asmodeus?

Dean's like "... they don't let me say fuck on this network but how the fuck does that help??"

Ketch offers to pass information BACK to them from Asmodeus, which absolutely does not patch up the leak of their prophet wandering off to get fried chicken and coming back with KFC

"I'm the lesser of at least three evils" that isn't really very reassuring either mate

Also with the terrible sales pitch: Lucifer trying to convince the angels to let him run Heaven with Danniel as his queen

I can't even work out if he's pretending he can make new angels or not, but I sort of feel like he totally can't and it would go about as well as the Plum sisters trying to resurrect their mom, who in this weird instance stands in for God

"How would you like your wings back" baaaaad idea

Cut to Donatello munching a million chicken wings

How is he not dead

*Cas side-eyes the enormous pile of chicken wings too*

"We need him" Yeah, being needed still sucks and even if you need someone you can still want to shoot them as soon as they're not useful >.>

Oh dear, Lucifer got what he wanted. And Danniel is his queen, exactly as SHE wanted.

And Ketch and Asmodeus are back to sharing a drink like THEY wanted since they were on a holiday cruise together when Cas escaped and are apparently just an item now

Oh no apparently he was going shopping getting some artefact

An archangel blade which doesn't look anything like any sword we've ever seen any archangel ever hold before and also no one has ever stabbed an archangel with

uuuuuuuuuuuugh

I don't like this at all and it's entirely because Gabriel had such a good story in the first place and I really really LIKE him. And whatever they explain is going to have to be stupid by neccessity, they're not gonna bring Raphael back which is only somewhat mitigated by bringing Michael back in a black vessel but whatever, if you have all 3 of the others running around and never give Raphael another go, it just looks bad because now we have a forgotten archangel just chilling down in season 5/6 being completely ignored for another go around when all the others do >.>

ALSO HE DIED GOOD and 9x18 was great and all but uggghh it was good because he was safely still DEAD

I mean I guess since Lucifer got free again his sacrifice was pretty much in vain anyway so maybe he should get another crack at killing him but uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugghhhhhhh

I'm going to guess I'm the biggest killjoy at the party right now, which is weird because I actually like 99% of this episode as not being terrible and for Buckleming one of their best non-rapey non-racist, only a few random dropped idiot balls episodes... And I'm assuming the Gabriel decision comes at a higher level, or at least needed a lot of approval and working into other plots.

But uuuuuuuuuuughhhhhhhh. That just means I disapprove all over this place and this isn't a criticism of a Buckleming thing, it's the fact that I've had lukewarm to tepid interest in Gabriel coming back the entire time and now he's back and I'm gonna have to live with this >.>

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sonoflayton · 4 years

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Case File

General Information

Name: Alfendi Joshua Carson Layton Nicknames: Al, Fendi Alias: Jonothan "John" Rubens (Fendi), Alexander "Xander" Rubens (Al) [Aliases used in times when Alfendi feels unsafe and is not comfortable giving any real names] Gender: Trans Male (Al), Demiboy (Fendi) Pronouns: He/him and they/them Sexual Orientation: Asexual biromantic (Fendi), [demi]bisexual biromantic (Al) Birthday: June 19th Age: 29 Birthplace: Portland, Maine Resides: London, England Mental Ailments: Dissociative Identity Disorder, Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (Al), Major Depressive Disorder (Fendi).

Alfendi Layton is an inspector at the Scotland Yard. He is the sole inspector in a division called “London's New Scotland Yard Serious Crime Division Classified Investigation Agency Headquarters“, which he affectionately dubs “the Mystery Room”, where the most difficult of cases are sent. He works there with his assistant, Detective Constable Lucy Baker, to solve the most head-scratching, mind-boggling, toughest cases to enter the Scotland Yard.

Alfendi has developed a condition called Dissociative Identity Disorder, which means, in essence, that there are two complete identities residing in the body of Alfendi Layton. Their names are Al and Fendi Layton, two boys that claim the other as their brother, and work together to create the whole being known as Alfendi Layton.

Canon-Divergence Summary

A brief explanation for those unfamiliar with Layton Brothers: Mystery Room and those who don't wish to read the entire bio on the major points where my Alfendi's canon differs from the game's canon.

• Instead of splitting post-Forbodium, Al and Fendi split during their childhood and grew up together.

• Alfendi's hair remains crimson, regardless of who's fronting.

• Alfendi is the biological son of Gabriel Cunningham, from Trauma Team.

• Alfendi was involved in a bus accident at the age of three, which killed Gabriel and shattered both of Alfendi's legs, which afflicted him with permanent nerve damage and frequent muscle spasms in his legs.

• Alfendi's hometown, Portland, Maine, was home to a dangerous epidemic. The Rosalia Virus killed Alfendi's abusive mother and caused Alfendi physical suffering. Alfendi now has a fear of disease.

• Justin used hypnosis to alter some of Fendi's memories about Forbodium. Al doesn't remember Forbodium due to the trauma.

Appearance

Height: 6'6", MINUS HIS SLOUCH Hair Color: CRIMSON Eye Color: AMBER

Alfendi is a tall, thin, lanky man. His skin is pasty and pale from lack of sunshine, decorated with faint freckles along the bridge of his nose.

His wavy, shoulder-length hair is pulled back into a loose ponytail, but that doesn't do much to tame his unruly hair. Fendi prefers to tuck his bangs behind his ears so he can see. Al has a habit of running his fingers through his hair when he become frustrated, leading to messy bangs in his eyes. This, among a few other characteristics, is a quick way to identify which of them is fronting.

Alfendi's nose is large, mishapen and a bit crooked; it is something that is difficult to miss, and if one is to point it out, neither Al nor Fendi are likely to respond positively.

There are many scars adorning Al and Fendi's body, including those from childhood accidents and sensitive situations that have faded over time. Most notable are the long surgical scars along their legs and a gunshot wound on the left side of his chest.

Alfendi's legs are different lengths, and shoe inserts are used to level this out. If one is to see Alfendi without his shoes on, he will hobble a bit and hold his head toward one side.

The System Named Alfendi Layton

Alfendi has developed Dissociative Identity Disorder. The identities living in Alfendi identify as brothers — named Al and Fendi — sharing the same body to create the one whole being named Alfendi Layton.

They call themselves Alfendi, as that's what they were called growing up, and the 'Layton' surname was adopted after they were adopted by Hershel Layton. All alters have the name Alfendi, and the name can be both associated with themself as an alter and themselves as a system, and the information on which they're referring to can usually be drawn from context.

Name: Alfendi "Al" Layton

Age: 29

Pronouns: He/him

Roles: Protector, Trauma-bearer

Interests: Cooking, psychology, solving mysteries, criminal psychology, movies and TV shows.

Appearance in headspace: Wavy crimson hair that is jaw length, styled in a fashionably messy way. Instead of the body's amber eyes, Al's eyes are an unmistakable yellow. Al is cleanshaven. He sports a scar on his cheek, the same that the body does. In the realm of the headspace, Al wears a favorite jacket of his, a brown tweed jacket with chocolate elbow patches.

Behaviors and Personality

Al is quite the unique character. As a young boy, Al was a sweet, outgoing child. When his abusive mother died and Al was faced with conflicting emotions, he cursed himself for feeling emotions that weren't sadness, and became an aggressive and mean child to drive others away, having convinced himself that he was a 'monster'.

What started as protective measures for others morphed into defense measures for himself and the body. He began to put on the mask of the violent stereotype of DID Systems to gain and maintain control of a given situation through fear, and he would do this through intimidation. When other kids attempted to approach him or call his bluff, Al would follow through on his threats, and get into loads of fights. He was given detention and suspension more times than he can count.

Over the course of his ten years living with Hershel, with the help of a therapist, Al eventually learned that violence isn't the answer, and now seldom follows through with his threats, the only exception being when he or someone he loves is truly in danger. He now only makes threats when he feels he's lost control over a situation, to drive away someone when he feels he's too vulnerable or when they're getting too close to him emotionally, or simply to see someone who's unfamiliar with him squirm.

Fendi

Name: Alfendi "Fendi" Layton

Age: 29

Pronouns: He/him, they/them

Roles: Protector, Host

Interests: Listening to the radio, solving mysteries, finding Hershel Layton.

Appearance in headspace: Wavy wine-colored hair that is shoulder-length, held back in a braid by a scrunchie. Instead of the body's amber eyes, Fendi's are olive. Fendi has a patchy beard growing. In the realm of the headspace, Fendi wears the same outfit that he does when he gets them dressed in the morning: a white labcoat, a blue and red striped sweater, gray pants, and red converse high-tops.

Behaviors and Personality

Fendi's role in the system is to protect the body from further harm, but from what, he doesn't know. He has zero memory of any of his trauma. In moments of crisis, all pain and suffering is shouldered onto Al, leaving Fendi to be the functional alter in any given situation.

As a child, Fendi was quiet and softspoken, even more than usual. He spent most of his time doing his best to be well-behaved and to avoid being a burden on others around him. This behavior was extreme, to the point where he spent most of his early childhood locked away in his bedroom, if not hiding away in his closet. His hobbies included daydreaming and listening to the radio.

After being adopted by Hershel, these behaviors carried with him. For many, many months, Fendi would tuck away in the closet, hiding away from his new family unless encouraged by Hershel or Flora to spend time together. Fendi was quiet and dilligent in class, earning good grades, and seldom socialized with other students, making him a frequent target of teasing. Over the course of his time with Hershel, Fendi learned that he's allowed to exist and take up space, and be more assertive. Even still, he's quiet, soft-spoken, and quite the pushover.

Joshua

Name: Alfendi "Joshua" Layton

Age: 29

Pronouns: He/him

Roles: Gatekeeper

Interests:

Appearance in headspace: Joshua looks a lot like Gabriel, their father. He has wavy, wirey olive hair that sticks more up than down, and is mid-neck length. Joshua's eyes are brown. He has some stubble.

Behaviors and Personality

Joshua hardly ever comes out, only doing so when Al and Fendi are both incapacitated, and when this happens, a new alter may be created. Joshua manages the system from the inside, organizing memories, controlling when switches occur and giving Al and Fendi any information they need when switching.

Carson

Name: Alfendi "Carson" Layton

If Al is broken to the point of not being able to process any more trauma in a given moment, and Fendi is put under stress, it's very likely that Joshua will create a new alter, named Carson. If this occurs, Carson will virtually be a blank slate, and their personality will be developed over time and influenced by their experiences.

Rose

Name: Rosalia "Rose"

Age: N/A

Pronouns: They/them, he/him or she/her depending on vessel's pronouns.

Roles: N/A

Interests:

Appearance in headspace: N/A

Behaviors and Personality

*Rose is not apart of the Alfendi Layton System, and is not canon, being exclusive to the following verses: We Are Rosalia, The Last Survivor, and Multiverse: Parallel Worlds Theory. Rose is a personification of the Rosalia virus, a hivemind virus that tries to infect and control every living being on earth. Rosalia has a fondness particularly for little Alfendi's body, and uses Alfendi for most errands in Maine.

Rose has a personality that's sickeningly sweet, but in a way that's offsetting and creepy. They have no regard for personal space, invading it in an effort to infect their target. Rose tends to have a grin that's too wide and appears fake, and tends to contort their bodies in ways that are abnormal enough to make people very uncomfortable.

Biography

**Trigger warning for: injury, car accident, death, mentioned chest gore, guns, comas, weapons, abuse, child abuse, and blackmail.**

**Spoiler alert forthe entirety of Layton Brothers: Mystery Room and the 2010 Wii game Trauma Center: Trauma Team!**

Alfendi was born as ▇▇▇▇▇ Cunningham, AFAB, to his biological mother, Lisa Cunningham, and his biological father, Gabriel Cunningham. At first, they were a happy family, but as time passed, the spark of love faded away. After months of ceaseless arguing and lots of emotional abuse from Lisa, Gabriel left when Alfendi was three years old. Alfendi lived with his mother and visited his father every other weekend.

One day, Alfendi went to the mall with his father to buy a birthday present for his mother. To their surprise, they encounter not one, but three of Gabriel’s co-workers from the hospital.

Suddenly, a school bus crashed through the wall. Alfendi was shoved out of the way by his father, saving him from being hit by the bus, but putting his legs in the way of the wheels, causing them to be crushed under the weight of the wheels. Luckily, Gabriel’s co-workers, two doctors and a first responder, were present and able to save nearly everyone. Gabriel was hit by the bus, pushed through the partiton, fell to the floor below, and was covered in falling rubble, and did not survive the accident.

Shortly after Gabriel’s death, without her legal husband to scapegoat all of her problems on to, Lisa turned to her son. She blamed him first for petty things he had no control over, then over things he had no relation to. As time went on, the emotional abuse became more frequent, then more severe, then turned physical.

As Alfendi endured these traumatic experiences, he developed Dissociative Identity Disorder as a result of his frequent dissociation. There were two complete identities in Alfendi’s body: Fendi, who tried to be a people pleaser, stay out of trouble, protect himself by being good, and Al, the trauma bearer, the alter who endured all of the pain, and therefore, is the only one who remembers it.

Alfendi was a frequent patient at Resurgam hospital, mostly due to a broken nose. Doctors and nurses were skeptical on the origins of these injuries, but Fendi always fronted at the hospital and claimed not to be able to remember what caused them. Nothing could be proven.

One day, around the age of eight for Alfendi, there was a report on the news; the united states had declared a state of national emergency. There was an outbreak of a new virus, the Rosalia virus, which was being spread across the city at an increasingly rapid rate, and the city of Portland, Maine was under quarantine. Both Alfendi and his mother began showing symptoms of the virus within a day, and they rushed to Resurgam hospital for care. Lisa passed away from the Rosalia virus due to a comprimised immune system as a result from a pre-existing condition, but a serum was made in time to save Alfendi.

Since Alfendi was orphaned, he stayed in the hospital after he was cured while the chaos of the Rosalia Virus cleared. During his stay, Fendi met Professor Hershel Layton, who was flown in from London in hopes that his legendary intuition would be helpful in finding the source of and a cure for the virus. Hershel would visit him frequently and read picture books to him, then, upon learning that he was orphaned, decided to adopt him. From then on, he would be known as a Layton.

Alfendi lived a lovely life growing up with his new father and two sisters, Katrielle and Flora. Hershel would sometimes leave on trips to go on adventures with his assistant, Luke, and archeological digs, leaving the Layton children in the care of Flora, the eldest. Alfendi would worry about Hershel while he was gone, but he would always keep in touch and return safely.

Al and Fendi were both transmasculine, and the Layon family were very supportive. They helped them by cutting thier hair in an affirming way and helping them to legally change their name to Alfendi as a child, getting them prescribed puberty blockers at 13, then testosterone at 16, and finally, gifting top surgery as a 17th birthday present (after years of saving and penny-pinching).

When Alfendi was 17, Hershel went on an adventure, and after a month of no contact, was declared missing. It was as if he had vanished off the face of the earth. In Hershel’s absence, Flora declared custody over her little siblings, and was able to support them with her job as a journalist.

Eventually, Alfendi graduated from Gressenheller University with a major in criminal justice, and ascended the ranks in the Scotland Yard, all the way up to Detective Chief Inspector of the homicide division. Alfendi was a prodigy in the solving of mysteries and reaching logical conclusions, just like both of his fathers, and was assigned the homicide division, with the exception of a single case that Fendi insisted on being assigned to: their father’s.

After a few years of working at the Yard, Alfendi moved from Flora’s house to Hershel Layton’s flat, which had been put into the care of and maintained by Flora. It was a logical decision, seeing as the flat was closer to his work than Flora’s place, but he was still close enough that he would come over for dinner nearly every night to eat with Flora and Katrielle.

At the age of 25, Alfendi worked on the task force for the case of the Jigsaw Killer, a string of murders connected only by a puzzle piece left at the scene as a signature. It was there that Alfendi met Justin Lawson, a fellow homicide inspector and Alfendi’s friend, and Hilda Pertinax, the interpol agent assigned to the case who requested the help of the Scotland Yard's finest to solve the case. Al fronted for the entirety of the time he worked on the case, due to his fascination with the case and developing crush on and chemistry with Hilda. Before he knew it, Al began keeping his DID a secret from Justin and Hilda, as it had never been 'a good time' to introduce them.

After some time, the suspects had been narrowed down to one Keelan Makepeace, who was chased by the police to an abandoned castle an hour outside of the city called the Forbodium Castle.

During pursuit, there was a stand off on the roof of one of the towers between Keelan Makepeace, and Al, who in his rush, had neglected to put on a bulletproof vest. Alfendi took a bullet to the chest from Makepeace. Afterward, Keelan was murdered by Justin, who had long before cracked the case. Lawson had been blackmailing Makepeace: kill who I ask you to, in exchange for your continued freedom.

Alfendi was rushed to a hospital, where the bullet was surgically removed. Miraculously, Alfendi survived at the cost of part of his left lung. He was in a coma for three months, and stayed in the hospital for a few weeks after waking for observation. During this time, Lawson visited them in the hospital daily, and due to him using genuine hypnotic suggestion found in a janky book about brainwashing, Al and Fendi’s memories of the incident are fuzzy. Al, the alter who was actually fronting at the time, claims to have little to no understanding of what happened, as his memories are scrambled and bits and pieces are missing, as it was a traumatic moment, and everything happened too fast. Fendi, however, has no genuine memory of the incident, and due to hypnotic suggestion, his mind has filled the gaps in his memory with events that never occured, and now seems to be convinced that he has shot Makepeace.

Hilda also visited Alfendi in the hospital, but because Al was busy processing the trauma of what had happened, Fendi had been the one fronting. The chemistry and playful banter she and Al had did not carry over to Fendi. He regarded her with polite distance and respect. If she tried to joke, he seldom understood, and if she teased him, he would meekly apologize. Realizing that she had fallen in love with Al and not Fendi, Hilda slowly distanced herself until she mostly disappeared from his life, aside from the occasional professional interaction.

Alfendi was given a not guilty verdict due to self-defense, but was demoted to Detective Inspector and legally prohibited from posessing a firearm of any sort, including a service weapon. Despite this, Alfendi is a talented inspector, one who is valuable to the Scotland yard. The comissioner, a man with a soft spot for Alfendi due to working with his father in the past, created a new division specifically for Alfendi, one where he can put his Layton intuition to work without going out into the field. This divison is called London's New Scotland Yard Serious Crime Division Classified Investigation Agency Headquarters, but is affectionately referred to as the Mystery Room, and is a place where the difficult cases that stump the other divisions, typically locked room murders and the sort, are sent. Armed with the reconstruction device, a machine that can recreate any crime scene from pictures taken by the initial investigators, Alfendi can solve any mystery without leaving the comfort of his office.

After four years, Alfendi was reluctantly assigned an assistant, a chipper detective constable named Lucy with a strong Yorkshire accent. Despite his initial hesitations, Al, Fendi and Lucy develop strong bonds and become a formidable trio.

The forbodium incident is brought up again soon after, with Keelan’s daughter, Diane Makepeace, luring Alfendi and Lucy out to Forbodium Castle again with the promise of information. After splitting up Alfendi and Lucy, Diane hatches a plan to take revenge by plotting to kill Alfendi in front of Lucy. She blindfolded him, tied him to a chair, and held a pistol to his head, but before Lucy could arrive, Justin Lawson arrived first. He shot and killed Diane Makepeace, then dropped her pistol in Al’s lap in an attempt to frame him a second time.

Using everything she’d learned from her time working in the mystery room, Lucy was able to solve a case deemed unsolvable by proving that there was no other possibility except for Justin being the killer of both Makepeaces. This cleared the name of Alfendi Layton, and sent Justin Lawson to face the punishment deemed by the law.

Though Alfendi is now free to rejoin the homicide department and obtain a license for carry, Al and Fendi both love their job at the Mystery Room, and have opted to continue working there with Lucy. As for the gun, he carries a service weapon now, and has a few other legally-owned guns stashed around his flat for defense.

Soon after, Alfendi got a phone call from his sister, Katrielle, who grew up to be a detective to search for their father. She declared that she found Hershel. After ten years of absence, Al and Fendi’s relationships with their father are certainly different. Fendi has spent his time looking for him, and is relieved to see him again despite the rift of ten years straining their relationship, while Al, who chose to replace his pain with anger, is resentful and angry for his disappearance in the first place.

Post-Hypnotic Triggers

"Shoot Keelan Makepeace", "Shoot Keelan", or "Shoot Makepeace"

When these sets of words are used in a sentence, it will cause Fendi to respond with "I shot Keelan Makepeace". Fendi readily admits to shooting Keelan, as he (believes he) remembers having done so. This particular suggestion does not affect Al, as he does not remember the events of Forbodium and his instinct not to confess to a crime he doesn't remember committing overwhelms the power of this suggestion.

"Relax, Relax, Relax"

This trigger is one that puts Alfendi in a hypnotic trance, and therefore, an easily suggestable state. This trigger has a variety of uses, including allowing one to create false memories for one of the alters, planting a new suggestion, causing temporary amnesia, and, if done correctly, creating a new behavioral response to a post-hypnotic trigger.

"Don't Forget to Remember This"

Once in a trance, when this phrase is heard and followed with a story in the second person, it allows the speaker to 'write' a false scenario into Fendi's memory. When the speaker is done, they can say "understand?" to clarify that they're finished, though it can usually be drawn from context when the 'memory' is over.

"Completely Forget About Forbodium"

During Justin's attempt to 'brainwash' Alfendi, he attempted to make Alfendi forget entirely about the events occurring at Forbodium. This, of course, isn't possible. It is, however, possible to cause temporary short-term amnesia regarding something specific, which is what occured. This trigger will cause him to forget about the events at Forbodium for up to thirty minutes, or until something reminds him of it.

Trauma Triggers

• The sound of a car pulling into a driveway

• Tomato soup

• Disease

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shimmershae · 7 years

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"Daybreak." (a Walking Dead One Shot, Caryl. Season 2 AU).

So. I had a couple of ideas for the October challenge that I didn't manage to finish in time. One's still a work in progress. This one's my latest disasterpiece, lol. I hope somebody out there likes it.

Winter melts into Spring and everything’s green and pure again. So beautiful she almost forgets the way things are. Almost.

The baby finishes her bottle with a distinctly unladylike grunt and Carol smiles. Kisses each chubby, dimpled finger that clumsily splays over her lips until giggles gurgle from the tiny girl’s mouth and Patricia abandons the dishes in the sink to marvel at them both.

“That baby is a miracle.”

Voice soft with affection and wonder of her own, Carol agrees. “She is.”

The stop and go thud of a hammer echoes in the distance when she steps outside, the outlines of Rick, T-Dog, and Jimmy small and barely visible as they toil to further reinforce the outer barricade that has kept the farm a safe haven through one long winter already.

There’s a crispness to the air, a hint of approaching Fall that she breathes in deep. Savors even as she loops the loose ends of her scarf around her neck and trudges through grass that is just beginning to grow brittle.

“Carol! Wait up!”

Glenn breaks free from Dale’s side and jogs to catch up to her, greets her with an infectious grin that’s fairly brimming with mischief and makes her lips twitch accordingly.

“Where, uh, where you headed?”

“Nowhere in particular. Why?”

The stable hums with the soft, content nickers of the horses and the music of children’s laughter.

“That’s not how you do it. Tell him, Daryl.”

“You ever gutted an animal ‘fore, Boy?”

“Eww! No!”

“You little pussy.”

“Yeah, pu…”

She steps out of the shadows, making her presence known in the nick of time, and the guilty looks on all three faces is downright comical, the pink tips of Daryl’s ears especially endearing. She smirks and folds her arms across her chest. “You’re all wrong.”

“You think you can do any better, Woman,” Daryl mutters in bashful challenge, still having difficulty meeting her eyes, “then c’mon.”

“You’re on.”

Sophia grins. “I’m on Mama’s team.”

In unison, Carl and Daryl claim betrayal. “Dirty traitor!”

“So. Pick one.”

Lori bites her lips, glances her husband’s way with helpless eyes that sparkle and shine in the candlelight, the flicker of the jack-o-lantern’s mishapen grin. “I don’t know. Rick, what do you think?”

Beth’s cheeks pinken with suppressed laughter, and she bounces the baby on her skinny knees when Rick looks just as clearly torn as his wife at his son’s suggestion, and Carol revels in the warm, gentle swell of fondness she feels for these people. Her family.

Diplomatically, Rick passes the buck along to their host. “I think Hershel should be the judge. It’s his house.”

The Greene patriarch arches a wizened white brow, is wry in his remark. “My house, is it?”

Awkwardly, Rick rubs the back of his neck and studies the pointed toes of his dirty boots. “Yeah.”

“In that case…”

That very night, two carved pumpkins take places of pride on the farmhouse porch. Stay there ‘til the wind starts to blow colder and the leaves shimmer russet and gold in the trees and Carol’s not sure who’s more disappointed to see them go when they eventually do—herself or Daryl.

The kaleidoscope brilliance of Fall gradually fades into the stark grayness of another winter, food and warmth harder to come by. Necessity breeds a deeper closeness.

Carol welcomes Daryl when he abandons his lonely bedroll for good. Seeks sanctuary in her humble collection of patchwork blankets and pillows, Sophia squeezed between the two of them as a reminder of what brought them together as unlikely friends. What still keeps them apart as more.

“You can’t,” Carol insists softly, vehemently. “You can’t go alone.”

His coat is ill-fitting and bulky, his hair a touch too long and falling into his eyes when he ducks his head. Gnaws anxiously at his thumbnail. “Be just fine, Woman. Ain’t never needed nobody ‘fore. Been on my own for a long time.”

Sophia’s thin shoulders slump beneath her hands, and it isn’t lost on Daryl. Nothing ever is. She shivers when he chucks a finger under her chin, peeks up at him through lashes spiked with gathering tears.

“Shit,” he swears gruffly. “Not you, too, Kid.”

“It’s different now,” Sophia sniffles.

His eyes catching hers over the top of her daughter’s wind mussed hair, Daryl fiddles absently with the strap to his crossbow and frowns. “Yeah? How so?”

“You got us.”

He takes Glenn with him beyond the wall. Reluctantly agrees to let Jimmy tag along as they venture deep into the surrounding forest and an outside world they no longer recognize.

For two nights, there’s a yawning emptiness in her bed that not even Sophia’s growing limbs can fill and a lump of dread lodged in the pit of her belly like a stone. For two days, she seeks the comfort of Maggie’s unspoken understanding.

Then the third day dawns.

She wakes on the third day to the pounding of T-Dog’s boots on the porch steps, the bang of the front door against the wall as he shoulders it open, his rifle shaking in his hands. He looks like he’s seen a ghost, and it doesn’t take long to figure out why.

Glenn’s lips are pale and trembling. His eyes haunted as he helps Daryl shoulder the burden of Jimmy’s dead weight, what’s left of the boy’s left leg soaking through a makeshift tourniquet and dripping blood, thick and dark, all over the floor like a crimson rose.

Hershel springs into action, immediately pushing Glenn for answers. “What the hell happened out there, Son?”

Patricia readies their meager supplies and Sophia and Carl watch it all with wide, worried eyes. “We’re going to need some help. Carol?”

But she’s lost, frozen to the spot, and she can only nod when Lori places the baby in her arms. Squeezes her shoulder and gives her a reassuring smile, her brown eyes warm with understanding. Then she��s hurrying after the others and Beth’s ushering the children upstairs and Dale’s by her side, dodging tiny fingers that want to pluck and pull at his bushy brows.

“He’s all right,” the older man says. “He made it back.”

“He made it back,” she agrees. The rest? She’s not so sure.

He comes to her hours later, after T-Dog has relieved Rick once again for watch. After Glenn and Maggie have sought their own refuge away from prying eyes. After she’s sent Lori away, to bed and hopefully rest. He finds her in the kitchen staring sightlessly out the window at the stars that have begun to blanket the navy sky.

“How is he?” she asks, nuzzling her damp cheek into the baby’s soft hair. Hugging her close when she starts to fret in her ongoing battle against sleep and whispering nonsense words into the shell of her tiny ear, bits and pieces of almost forgotten lullabies.

“Running a fever. Old Man’s not sure if it’s the virus, or…”

“It’s just an illusion, isn’t it? All that we’ve built here. We were foolish to even think…” She doesn’t finish because he’s a solid wall of heat and careful restraint behind her. Comfort she has no right to.

“We’re tryin’. S’got to count for somethin’.”

“It could’ve been you.”

“Weren’t.”

“Could’ve.”

“Know.”

The boy hangs on. Survives. His scars, though? He doesn’t bear them alone.

It snows. Pretty and pristine, it paints the farm in the pale promise of something new.

The children become children again. The rest of them, too. Even Rick. Even Daryl.

To Carol…that’s worth all the soggy socks, the pink sniffly noses.

The house is quiet by the time the little upstairs bedroom door creaks open beneath Daryl’s hesitant hand. Nobody stirring but Rick downstairs, pacing the halls with one very restless baby girl. Still, Carol’s awake when he sets the candle he’s carrying down on the bedside table. Realizes it’s just her.

“Where’s ‘Phia?”

“Downstairs. With Beth.”

“Doing what?”

The concern he can’t quite hide makes her smile. “Painting each other’s toenails.”

He pauses in the act of unbuckling his belt, fixes her with a stare. His blue eyes, however, glint with amusement as he pulls the covers back and sits down to work on untying his boots. “Stahp.”

“Sleeping,” she tells him more honestly. “Keeping each other warm.”

“Pfft. Scoot over.”

One breath and the dancing flame of the candle dies, casting his features in shadows and silver moonlight. Her fingertips seek out and kiss his. “Daryl?”

“C’mere, Woman.”

“What is this?” she wonders aloud, weeks later. When she’s warm and safe in his arms again and the stars wink outside their window. “What are we doing?” she tries again when he takes his time answering. His warm breath stirs her hair and his fingers hesitate only briefly before they lace with hers. She waits. Waits some more.

“Keeping each other warm.”

Winter melts into Spring and everything’s green and pure again. So beautiful she almost forgets the way things are. Almost.

The breeze blows gentle and the baby snores as the rocking chair creaks, her hair curling in dark wisps around her sweet face and one of her small fists tangled in Lori’s long hair. She’s worn out from a day spent toddling around the farmhouse, testing her mama’s patience and her own limits, and Carol can tell she’s not the only one. It’d been a difficult pregnancy, a dangerous birth her friend had never quite fully recovered from, and she worries. They all do. “You want me to take her? You can go get some rest.”

Lori shakes her head in answer.

They lapse into easy silence again and Carol’s gaze drifts outward. To Hershel, teaching Rick how to sow seed in the fields. To Glenn and Maggie, sharing a tender moment beneath the shade of the trees. To Dale, nearby with Jimmy. And finally to Daryl, walking toward them with Carl ever in his shadow and Sophia by his side, his chin dipping in an acknowledgement that makes her cheeks flush and her heart threaten to take flight.

"Love looks good on you.”

Carol gasps, turns startled blue eyes on Lori’s knowing face. “What did you just say?”

“You heard me.”

He brings her a flower, another Cherokee rose. Thumbs her tears away when the memories start to ache behind her breastbone and kisses her mouth like she’s something rare and precious when really it’s him that’s special. Him that makes her thankful for the end of the world. From that first rose to the moment he stumbled out of those woods. Bruised and bloody but with her baby in his arms.

“Patricia wanted me to tell you dinner’s read…shit. I’m sorry. I didn’t know. I’ll just…”

“Rick?”

“Yeah?”

“Fuck off, Man.”

“Right. Yeah. Congratulations, you two.”

The evening’s warm, the air heavy and sweet like Summer as twilight starts to fall and the fireflies begin their nightly dance. Sophia’s voice brave and determined when it reaches her ears through the open window.

“Do you like my mama?”

“What do you think, Kid?”

“I think you love her.”

“Ain’t saying I do, but if I did…you have a problem with it?”

“What do you think?”

“Thinking this is something best talked ‘bout ‘tween me and your mama. S’what I think.”

“Daryl?”

“Yeah.”

“We love you, too.”

That night, they do more than just keep each other warm.

Carol gives him her trust and her whole heart, lets him cover her body and kiss her scars. Make her sigh until she sobs and clings to him, loving fingers woven through his hair and trembling legs tangled with his own.

It is enough just to hold each other. Enough to look into each other’s eyes and see the truth shining there, bright and undeniable.

Without words, they love each other. Until dawn breaks gentle and soft.

Glenn eases down beside her on the porch steps, stares at the pocket watch he holds in his hand with wonder. Carol doubts it’s left his possession since Hershel gifted him with it. “Penny for your thoughts. For what it’s worth,” she teases, nudging his shoulder with her own.

A flicker of a smile flirts with Glenn’s lips but he remains serious.

Worried, she presses. “Glenn? Everything okay?”

“Everything’s great. Really great.”

“Glenn.”

The watch swings like a pendulum from his wrist, and it takes several seconds for him to respond. “You ever think about how different things might have been? Say if Shane hadn’t left? If Andrea hadn’t gone with him?”

Her eyes find Lori, across the yard with Rick swinging the baby between their arms and making her squeal. Carl, tickling his sister’s chubby belly on each upswing and making her squirm. Dale, deep in animated conversation atop the RV with T-Dog and Hershel. Binoculars around his neck and book in hand. T-Dog and his rifle at the ready for trouble they haven’t seen in months. Sophia, sunbeams catching in her strawberry hair as she sticks close to Daryl’s side, never strays far. Finally, the man himself, always keeping her and her girl in his sights. Her voice catches as she poses a couple questions of her own. “If Daryl had walked out of those woods alone? If he hadn’t even walked out of them at all?”

Glenn looks stricken, guilty. “I’m sorry. I never meant to upset you. I just…”

“Everything works out the way it’s supposed to. You have to believe that.” Sophia waves and Carol stands up, dusts the seat of her pants before making her way down the steps. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m being summoned.”

“Carol.”

She turns. “Find Maggie, Glenn. Ask her.”

“You think she’ll say yes?”

“I know she will.”

Daryl takes her hand as Sophia walks on ahead, the pond gleaming gold in the afternoon light.

“Hey. You alright?”

She brings his hand to her mouth and brushes a tender kiss to his scarred knuckles, smiles. “I’m good.”

“Just good?” he teases gruffly.

“Perfect.”

#The Walking Dead #Caryl fanfiction #Caryl #Carol x Daryl #Carol Peletier #Daryl Dixon #stuff that I write #Lori Grimes #Rick Grimes #Carl Grimes #Sophia Peletier #T-Dog #Hershel Greene #Maggie Greene #Beth Greene #more #things that make me smile and cry

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slendermanlore · 7 years

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Slender Man Mythos + Journals

Der Großmann:

My child, my Lars…He is gone. Taken, from his bed. The only thing that we found was a scrap of black clothing. It feels like cotton, but it is softer…thicker. Lars came into my bedroom yesterday, screaming at the top of his lungs that "The angel is outside!”, I asked him what he was talking about, and he told me some nonsense fairy story about Der Großmann. He said he went into the groves by our village and found one of my cows dead, hanging from a tree. I thought nothing of it at first…But now, he is gone. We must find Lars, and my family must leave before we are killed. I am sorry my son…I should have listened. May God forgive me.

From the Journal of Dr. Jeffrey Scripter:

I don’t often write of my official duties in this journal, as I feel it would be unprofessional; however, today has been all too peculiar to leave out. A new patient was admitted today. He is a young man named Douglas Reynolds. Douglas was found wandering the streets of Northbridge barefoot and apparently unresponsive to all attempts of communication. The Northbridge police decided to take Douglas to the station and attempt to discern who he was. When the police tried to take him in, he lashed out screaming. An officer sustained minor injuries before he was ultimately subdued. In his pockets was a wallet containing identification stating his name and his address. Strangely he lived in Charlton, did he walk the 15 or so miles barefoot? In any case what was he doing so far from home? All questions I’ll have to ask him in the morning, I suppose.

Optic Nerve:

Images associated with the “Slender Man” phenomenon. Filed under S.MAN. Extracted from journal of missing person ███ ███████, female, age 23.

Multiple corresponding depictions of humanoid form, multiple mutations or deformations. Several consistent identifying markers, with other traits changing or “transforming” from image to image. Total 32 pages relevant to case.

Patient of Dr. Bronn:

I’m really not sure how to begin this journal. My doctor (my psychiatrist, Dr. Bronn) suggested I start keeping one at our meeting last week. I think she thinks it’ll help me get through the “dreams”. I don’t think they ARE dreams, though, even though she and my wife keep insisting they are. I don’t know what they are, though. I just can’t explain

Miscellaneous Journal Entries:

I hear something being repeated over and over: When you fear me, I love you; when you cower, I draw near to protect you; I will always protect you, I will always watch you. Your blindness is my omniscience; your weakness, my omnipotence. Until the day you die. Until the day you die. I don’t hear the words, but they always stick in my head. I’m going to watch over my son. Until the day I die, until the day he dies.

Miscellaneous Journal Entries:

Why show up at all? Bad luck for photographers? Idea: drawn to the flash, not too likely given daytime spottings but possible for night. (Leads to question, why photographers period? More later.

Miscellaneous Journal Entries:

Woke up at 5:22am. Had dream about a deeply wooded ravine. I was falling down towards its bottom, but not falling at the same time. I was able to perceive and place my foot or a hand at the right place at the right time to maintain momentum but not injure myself. It’s the closest I’ve come to flying in a dream. Vivid dreams were part of the side effects of the medication, and my journal has been testament to this.

Small Findings:

I went nuts for about an hour rummaging through the boxes in my attic looking for my brother’s old stuff. Finally I found his old mountaineering journals, and sure enough my memory wasn’t just playing tricks on me.

Dorothy Birch:

I suppose this is will be one of the last voluntary entries in my journal, even though Dr. Keating told me to write down everything that happened. But I’m going to tell the entire story, which is what I should have done in the first place; damn my pride.

Remains of Missing Camper:

??/??/?? I don’t know how long I have been here for, why won’t he let me leave. My food supplies ran out weeks(???) ago, but I keep finding berries or mishapen fish lying in stagnant pools. All there is here is forest and him. I wonder if I let myself starve, would I win? Would he want me to do that? I don’t know anymore.

I think I hear him coming, I don’t feel like fighting or running or chasing anymore. I will lie down and await the peace of death, perhaps I will find repose then. Perhaps I will find home.

Abandoned Journal:

As an avid researcher of the occult and paranormal, the reports of a tall, thin man had once intrigued me. Once enthralled me. My lust, my craving for knowledge has now been my undoing. I will share with you what I know so that maybe my family will see.

They will see!

Journal of Matthew Selby:

WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY ME

My last will and testament is to see this notebook returned to my friend: Logan ████████████████████████ THE KNOWLEDGE

CAN YOU SEE HIM

Journal of Logan Renault:

The sun hasn’t risen or fallen in days. Weeks. I can’t help but think that me somehow losing track of time is far more likely than the sun slowing in its orbit. But if we are all slowly spiraling towards that brilliant star, then this is all ultimately useless anyway.

Solution → Oct ←? 1, 4:42 PM

Journal of Milo Asher (from The Living Account):

October 22th 1995 - (Mr. Scars writing “You will kick, and you will scream, and tell yourself, it is only a dream. But your eyes are open, the pinch you can feel, for you are not asleep, the dream is real.”)

#Slender Man Arkive #original mythos #Just Another Fool #TribeTwelve #slenderverse

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Doom Guy's Meathole

With another day came another neverending wave of hellspawn. This wasn't his normal diet though, he hadn't seen one familiar ugly son of a bitch since he woke up in this place. God damn gamers had a knack for getting him to run on anything and in any game. Never seemed to end up in Barbie's Adventure or Animal Crossing, god damn it. Was always some shooter or game with beasties aplenty. Whatever this place was, all the mist was starting to piss him off. Nothing was worse than a demonic son of a bitch too scared to show their ugly mug.

Snapping about the tenth twisted abomination of a pooch he'd encountered over his knee, he found himself in front of some kind of hospital. Might be a prime spot for a modder to place in some super armor or health packs. That or the motherfucker only intended it as a trap. Didn't matter either way. Whatever game this was, it seemed it hadn't been designed to handle a man of his caliber, or that of his gun's.

Wasn't long after walking in that he found himself face to face with some jacked, four sided triangle for a head, bath towel dick covering, bastard with one big mean looking sword. Probably a big problem if you weren't packing some serious heat. A couple pumps from the shotgun had the thing's chest cavity looking like a puzzle abandoned by a grandma. The creature fell hard and fast, practically splitting in two as it did. Hiding behind it's huge frame, Doom Guy made out a few more figures in rhe dim lighting, making their way towards him. Didn't look like much, pistol should be enough to take them down. Just had to wait till they got in the light so he could see where to line up his shot.

Never had any of the nurses seen Red Pyramid go down so quickly. It hardly mattered to the majority of them. The only thing on their minds was punishment, a lust to attack whatever human presence had invaded their territory. As the group quickly advanced on the new enemy, one faltered. The display of utter dominance over one of the strongest residents of this world had her feeling... odd. A grime covered hand reached down, going under her mini skirt. Her pussy felt slick and sloppy. That was confusing. While sexual arousal was certainly a part of their existence due to the nature of their manifestation into this world, this felf different. Like something independently hers, an honest reaction all her own. She needed this human. Her sisters wouldn't keep her from him.

As Doom Guy steadied his handgun, his eyes widened as a vicious gurgling noise came from the darkness. He heard the distinct dull thunk of a blunt object repeatedly colliding with flesh, followed by a few mishapen figures falling into the light, bloodied. Maybe there was some npc out there, coming to his aid. Not that he needed the help, but he wasn't one to blow apart a friendly face. He waited for the being to step out of the darkness, and when they did his brow raised. The figure was like the one's felled, but admittedly quite a bit more curvaceous. Some kind of freaky nurse. As she hobbled quickly towards him, he raised his handgun, causing her to stop in her tracks.

"Hold it there lady. I'm not stupid enough to let you get close after that display. If you like having hands, toss away those pipes."

The nurse complied, dropping her weapons with a gurgle. Surprising. All the enemies he'd ran into here had nothing but bashing and thrashing on the mind.

"You took out your buddies out right quick there. What's got you looking out for the guy in green?"

The blood and grime covered nurse gurgled once again and folded her hands in front of her skirt, swaying back and forth, almost nervously. For hell spawn she was acting mighty cute. Like some kind of school girl being scolded.

"I'm not gonna blast you yet, but I don't speak demon. You got any other way to communicate why I should trust a turncoat?"

The nurse stood completely still for a moment, as if processing just how to best convey herself to the man before her. She then turned, bent herself over and hiked up her miniskirt with a lust filled gurgle. Doom Guy's mouth fell agape for a moment as he watched her shake her fat ass back and forth. Hadn't expected that. The freaky nurse was dripping onto the floor with excitement and he still had his gun trained on her. What a cute little slut. He made his way over to her and pressed his handgun to the back of her head.

"Stay still. I ain't keen on falling for some trick that gets me a surgical knife in the dick." With a compliant gurgle given in reaponse, Doom Guy's free hand went to the woman's pussy. He rubbes his palm against it, and damn was she ever wet. Kinky bitch must have gotten turned on from what he'd done to her simple shape for a head having daddy. He plunged his three middle fingers inside causing her to gasp. He probed in and out, listening as she gravely began to moan for him.

"You've got a real need huh? Well can't say I'm not feeling it too. Where I come from, cthe term cheek slapping is more reserved for pounding demon ass than a woman's. Ain't often I run into a girl so primed and ready as you are?" He pulled the handgun away from the back of her head. "Stand up for me. Wanna take in the view of my new cum latrine."

The nurse quickly righted herself, clearly overeager to serve. Doom Guy cracked a grin. Man alive was she a cutie. He raised his hand and unbuttoned her tight top slowly, enjoying the anxious rise and fall of her chest as he did so. The last button undone he pulled her shirt open and was pleasantly surprised by how much tit meat she was packing. Beautifal fat breasts with a nice natural sag. She had some pretty purple areolas too, which he gave a tweak to, which had her shivering and gurgling like crazy. He quickly disengaged his armors locks and pulled down the front of his pants, pulling her against him. He hiked up her left leg and watched as she squirmed at the unmistakable sensation of his man hood resting against her sex.

"You feel that?" He asked, recieving a quick nod in response. "You want that?" The nurse gurgled ecstatically. "You need that?!" She gripped his waist hard, only to be pushed down onto her knees hard. She glanced up at the human who now loomed over her. He placed a hand on her head and grinned. "Then you better show me how much you do, grunt. Use those fat lips of yours and earn your first taste."

The nurse's gaze fell back down to his crotch. Oh god, the sight of it. So massive. The girth and length was everything she could have hoped for, and his balls were so fat. Her long tongue snaked out of her mouth, wriggling into his foreskin. Oh god. The texture and taste of what awaited inside had her heart beating like a drum. She raised a hand and peeled back his foreskin, exposing a thick layer of smegma that made her eyes go wide. The mark of a real man on the move constantly due to the heat of battle... Every lick of his dick cheese had her senses reeling. She'd be honored to clean him like this whenever he needed. Swallowing the first bit, she began to pump his cock gently with her hand. The nurse went back in, lifting his penis to lick his undercarriage clean. He could feel her tongue caressing his tip, and even felt a few careful scrapes of her teeth as she removed his smegma thoroughly and completely. He'd reward her by growing all the more erect and pressing against her cherk. By many's standards he was sure she was hideous, but he had to admit he found her damn sexy. The mishapen and lumpy covered face added a certain flair. Feeling her finish up with her meal he bucked against the plushness of her lips , and was met with a few tender kisses before she took him into her mouth. God damn. For all the sfm animations he'd been put in over the years, this monster's mouth took grand prize. He quickly pushed his full length down her throat, listening as she gagged and sputtered. The nurse hugged his legs before beginning to bob her head back and forth on his length. The occasinal brush against her back teeth had his head reeling as her wet mouth and keen to explore tongue enveloped his penis in a drool and spit bathed heaven.

After a few minutes of that kind of treatment he felt himself close to busting. He quickly pulled out of her dream like hole and slapped his dick against her face letting it rest there. "You ready for desert?" The nurse rubbed her face against his slick cock and gurgled lovingly. He chuckled and pulled off her face, letting her once again take him into her wet mouth. His cock pulsed as more of his huge dick slid across her slip and slide of a tongue down her throat. As his balls crested against her chin they tensed and his dick pulsed hard, unleashing a torrent of hot alpha cum down into her guts. She eagerly sucked as hard as her mouth was physically able, wanting to drain every last bit of his load. Doom Guy bit his lip and bucked his hips against her face. Damn was this good. Almost beat ripping imps limb from limb.

His load fully drained he pulled out of her mouth once more and looked down at the cum hungry nurse. By the way she kissed and licked at his half hard member, she was hardly sated. Good, cause he had plenty of baby batter left to feed her. "Stand on up. It's time for your other mouths to get a taste." The nurse stood so quickly she stumbled and fell against him, and he caught her with a hearty laugh. "Easy now. No need to rush for your dinner, grunt. you're gonna get plenty to eat, I can promise that." He hiked her leg up again and pressed his masting erection to the folds of her pussy. With her tits pressed against his chest he could feel how fast her hearbeat was. Hopefully she could take all the fun he had in store for her. Without futher warning he plunged inside of her and she screamed in ecstacy. She was more than ready, her hole so wet at this point it was fucking sloppy. "Hah! That big ass has a big pussy to go with it! Gonna shape your meatholes to my cock, so get pregnant you dumb demonic bitch!" The nurse panted and nodded in absolute acceptance. Doom Guy gritted his teeth in a huge grin. Golly gee was this broad just the absolute best. He held her tight against him as he ravaged her tight messy vagina, their wetness splashing out coating one anothers thighs. A loud gravely moan was accompanied by her clenching like a vice on his dick. "God damn, milk me dry you slut!" His cum shot out like a rocket, coating her insides and flooding up into her vulnerable womb.

As the two rode out their orgasm heavy, a loud clattering of spinning metal came from fown the hallway, making the lights flare bright. Doom Guy glanced over his gals shoulder to see a massive hulking corpse in a wheelchair flying down the hallway in their direction. "Well fuck. Sorry babe but we're gonna have to find a safer place to shack up." Doom Guy quickly took out his skateboard, gifted to him by his good friend PS2 era Tony Hawk and jumped on, the nurse wrapping her legs and arms around him tightly. He chuckled and pulled out of her cunt, thrusting into her asshole instead, earning a surprised high pitched scream from the nurse. "There. My dick up your tight ass should help you hang on." Now with the nurses anus clenched on his dick, Doom Guy skated and grinded down the hallway, lobbing shots at the life support systems of their pursuer and doding his lighting strikes, Doom Guy couldn't help but grin like a god damn madman. This place might be hell, but he'd found one helluva good gal in it! He'd be happy to stick around and rip and tear up this nurse for a good long while.

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